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Post by aoibheni on Mar 27, 2020 10:06:30 GMT
Personnel File: Taemin Suder Most Recent Image Vital Statistics Name: Taemin Species: Betazoid Age: 37 years Place of Birth: Betazed Height: 1.65 m Weight: 70 kg Eye Color: Black Hair Color: Blonde, worn long and straight or gathered up in an elaborate do. Starfleet Commissioned Officer Rank: Ensign Status: Medical Officer - U.S.S. Chiron Previous Postings: none Decorations (In order): none Felonies: redacted Education: Starfleet Academy - Majored in Emergency Medicine, Genetics and Neural Surgery. - Minored in Ethics. Suder undertook an extensive extra-curricular courseload designed to enhance the quality and breadth of an officer's knowledge and understanding including several martial arts programmes, Anthropology and Federation History. She was also recorded as trying her hand at life-drawing, music and meditation, but few of these interests seem to have remained with her after her ime at the Academy. Career Summary: 12002.12 - Awarded the rank of Ensign after completion of her Starfleet Academy training. 12002.19 - Assigned as CMO on USS Chiron Personal Information Taemin Suder is related through blood to the late Starfleet Captain, Kesh Suder, so it seems inevitable that she'd follow her famous cousin into medicine and into StarFleet. Her childhood was spent on Betazed and she passed through the Betazoid education system with little fuss and little merit. In fact, when asked about her, one of her early teachers could barely recall her ever being there. In seems the only remarkable thing about the young Taemin is how unremarkable she was at all. She started to appear on radar after her acceptance to the Academy, and she won some praise for her ability to lead during command exercises. Her brusque attitude meshed well with simulated emergency situations but repeatedly, it was found that once she'd commanded a group of cadets, they rarely wished to see her lead them again. She is a private person, prone to a sharp word and a dismissive tone whenever her fellow cadets attempted to draw her out and so, despite her heavy workload and extra-curricular activities she left the Academy with few friends and even fewer well wishes.
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Post by aoibheni on Mar 27, 2020 10:06:40 GMT
4 years ago.
The room was minimal but cozy. To a Risan to would have looked positively spartan, but a Klingon would have seen nothing but unbearable luxury. The Betazoid who occupied it, though, was indifferent to her surroundings as she pared another micrometer off the model she was holding deftly with her slender fingers.
Tiny wood shavings tumbled off her laser safety-sculptor and settled silently on her lap and on the neatly made single bed upon which she sat. She paused for a moment and admired her work, thumbing its curves and examining its corners with the eye of someone who remembered the original.
“That’s coming along,” her counsellor observed as he leant, arms crossed casually, in her doorway. She looked up lazily and put the model down on her bedside locker next to other more finished pieces. “The nacelles aren’t quite right.” “Hm,” he agreed, “and I believe the Intrepid class hasn’t got all those extra phaser banks, either.”
She quirked a controlled smile and deactivated her sculpting tool. “Artistic license.”
“You indicated you had something to get off your chest?” he asked. “I do,” she nodded and waved him to the single chair she had in her room. He took it and relaxed back. “Anything you tell me, of course, is confidential. I’m here for you. But if this is about-” “It’s not about my parole hearing,” she cut across, her voice soft. “I know I’ll be denied again.” He nodded and let her speak.
“It’s about my future.”
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“She wants to WHAT?!?” the warden bellowed. The counsellor stood his ground. “She has asked me to pass on her request, sir. I believe she’s sincere.” “Are you out of your mind, Patrix?! Do you not remember what she is?” “I remember quite well, warden, yes. But that was then. She has availed of every programme for improvement we have to offer. She’s been co-operative, open, I’d hazard to say she’s become almost downright pleasant since she was incarcerated.” “She’s gotten to you.” The counsellor sighed. He knew this would be the way this went. Taemin’s past was pitted with obfusticating lies and confidence games so it wasn’t unreasonable for Warden Goss to automatically assume she was pulling another con now.
“Sir, we have a duty of care with regards to our inmates. And one of those duties, the primary one in fact, is to ‘rehabilitate not incarcerate’. And I think her plan has merit. We owe it to her to consider it. She's showing us that she actively wants to contribute to society in a meaningful manner.” Goss humphed. “That is an ethos reserved for inmates who haven’t attempted to steal a starship, Counsellor. Ideals are wonderful in theory, but the real world works a little differently.” “If you only expect the worst from people, Warden, they’ll prove you right every single time.” “You get that from one of your books, too?” Goss leant back in his seat and tugged at his sizeable moustache. Patrix smiled. That was a good sign. Despite his bluster Goss was listening.
“Applying to Starfleet Academy would be a good exercise for her. She’d have to apply herself and improve her understanding in a number of fields before she was ready to attempt the tests. It would be an enriching experience and would go a long way to rectifying the deficiencies her former life left her with. Even if she wasn’t accepted - and I sincerely doubt she would be - she’d be better rounded and better able to handle life after her time with us is through. She can’t stay here indefinitely, and this seems as good a way as any of broadening her horizons while keeping her under surveillance and under a modicum of control for at least a further 4 years.” “Assuming she lasted that long.” “Assuming that, yes, and that’s far from certain, either. I doubt she has the discipline to go the distance. We may simply find her back with us before the ink has dried on her acceptance form... Either way, Warden,” Patrix added, leaning forward and resisting the urge to wriggle his eyebrows conspiratorially, “she’d be someone else’s problem for a while…”
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“I thought you said she didn't have the discipline,” Goss grumbled as he watched the next row of Starfleet Academy cadets rise and make their way in even single file up to accept their Ensign pips. He deactivated his viewscreen and humphed. “At least she's not Valedictorian...” Patrix shrugged and folded his arms. “Only because her grasp on Federation history is so bad.”
“You can still take comfort from one thing, Warden.” “Oh?” Goss threw his head counsellor a sceptical glance. “She’s someone else’s problem permanently now…”
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Post by aoibheni on Apr 6, 2020 9:55:46 GMT
SD 12004.02
Taemin Suder’s dark eyes raked across the scene before her in the Chiron’s cargo bay. Smoke-addled crew were leaning against cargo units coughing as they struggled to control their breathing, blood was spattered liberally on the singed uniforms of others, one or two had burns to their hands from exploding consoles, but those people were the lucky ones. Among the milling crowd were the inevitable still, lifeless bodies. There were always a few that made it over on an emergency transport and then expired. How unlucky, she mused, to endure matter dematerialisation only for your body to give up as it rematerialised. A double death. Nature was cruel, she thought, but humanity, even at its most enlightened, was crueler.“OK, listen up!” she roared, her confidence far exceeding her scant pips, “the Chiron’s medical crew will be here any second, and it’s our job to get set up!” She paused while the assembled officer’s heads turned, “If you think you’re dying, I want you over there!” she pointed to one side of the bay. She turned and indicated another corner “Dead, “ she turned back where she’d originally pointed “Dying”, and with one more turn and point, “Don’t know”. “Everyone else,” she shouted and clapped her hands over the increased coughing and shuffling, “pick a patient and help out! Let’s go!”
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Post by Einar on Apr 7, 2020 14:06:16 GMT
I am here for the clusterfuck that is the return of Taemin
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Post by aoibheni on Apr 7, 2020 14:49:03 GMT
I am here for the clusterfuck that is the return of Taemin Shhhhh, not many people remember her at this stage! I could have a whole crew to play with!
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Post by aoibheni on Apr 10, 2020 10:22:10 GMT
SD 12004.09
Taemin Suder took her first step out onto Chiron’s bridge like it was covered in lava. The mood was intense and she sensed a certain, immediate animosity towards her from at least two quarters. “I can do this,” she repeated to herself gently. Counsellor Patrix’ final words to her came to mind, “First you rehabilitate the criminal,” he’d told her, “then the criminal rehabilitates their image.” She was still working on that second part 6 years later. Not everyone was as easily convinced of her willingness to change as Tony had been. She took a deep breath, centred herself and stepped forward, catching Commander shHruvek’s eye. A nod from the oddly pale Andorian was all the instruction she needed. She understood the look on her face instantly.. We’re suspicious of you and we’re not hiding it very well.With Raquiin making a beeline for the Ready Room, Taemin braced herself for what was to come and followed. She’d been through a firefight in space with an enemy vessel, had witnessed her command crew die, and had been thrown into a command role in the chaotic aftermath, but this meeting held more trepidation for her than all that combined. After all, she’d risked her life countless times in the past when her future barely mattered to her, but the thought of losing that future now that’d she’d put so much work into it was unbearable.
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Post by aoibheni on Apr 23, 2020 11:12:57 GMT
FYI: This is set circa. SD 11503.06 - at the beginning of the Tzenkethi war with Einar as Tony Adalberto.
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5 years ago.
The sun was high in the sky over New Zealand’s Aotea Island where Taemin’s rehabilitation facility was located. The light danced and sparkled on the sea, gilding the island’s crinkled coast with solar gold. As Tony Adalberto flew over it, he could see swathes of untouched forest and bushland that covered much of the island’s interior and the spread of buildings that made up the facility itself nestled here and there in small, unassuming clumps. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the handle on his cane while the shuttle shifted to auto pilot for landing. It had been some time since he’d been close enough to Earth to make this trip, and now that he was he wasn’t sure what he would find. Taemin wasn’t a writer. Neither was he, to be honest, so there hadn’t been much communication back and forth between the two since her incarceration. The Tzenkethi war made it even harder to keep in touch. And that was fine. But he did miss her. And the short message he’d received from her had piqued his interest. “I need to see you. It’s an emergency”, it had read. It was good timing that the Bremen was undergoing repairs and a refit at Utopia Planetia, which gave him a few glorious days on Earth with Niamh. But Danann had a Starfleet hearing to attend today, so now he found himself drawing closer to Taemin Suder than he had in quite a while. The shuttle landed and the automatic door cracked open and swung wide, hitting Tony with the foreign fragrances of a New Zealand January. “Well, this is a surprise,” she purred when he’d finally located her in one of the facility’s horticultural therapy groves. She held serious-looking secateurs in her gloved hand. The cuttings scattered about her booted feet proved firstly that Suder didn’t know how to trim a tempavine properly, but secondly that at least she was trying. “You invited me, you know.” Tony said defensively as he unsuccessfully tried to divert attention from his cane. Her toned arms sported multiple light scratches, her cheeks had a sun-tanned blush about them and her dark eyes sparkled. “I didn’t expect you to actually come, though,” she smiled at him like a hungry cat. "Because of how you treated me last time I was here?" Tony’s eyes burrowed into her, more defiantly than he had intended. "Been what….six...seven months since I saw you, and now you want to talk?" Taemin pouted slightly. "Oh, Tony… have you been waiting all this time for me to apologise for that?" She rolled her eyes and advanced slowly in his direction, her hips swaying. Dropping her garden tool and pulling off her gloves, she continued, "I didn't say anything that wasn't true and you know it. Are you angry about all the nice things I said about you, too?" she asked as she stopped inches from him. She reached out a braceletted hand and gently touched the handle of his cane with a slender finger. “As I recall, you didn’t mind the ego boost so much 6 months ago…” He pulled his cane out of reach and straightened his back. "Yeah. Okay fine. So, I'm here" he pointed a finger at her, jabbing her collar bone. "And none of that. I am not so easily played. You said you wanted to talk. So talk." "Straight to business?" She complained, curled her fingers around his outstretched hand and pulled herself a little closer to him. "When did you get so boring?" He resisted the wild urge to kiss her, and forced himself to see Taemin for who she really was. "I'm here. What did you need that was so important?" "Maybe I just missed seeing your handsome face," she teased, leaning in and guiding his hand to her cheek. The scent of sun-warmed skin and jasmine roused his senses. “It’s lonely here. Maybe I just wanted you to touch me.” "Taemin." She examined his expression for a lingering moment. She blinked her dark, soulful eyes and gazed up at him, making the decision not to push him for now. "Fine." Instead, she tilted her head a little, focused on the reason she'd asked him here and softly said, "Truth be told, it has been lonely, but it’s given me time to think and I understand now… I was a monster. I didn't realise it at the time, but I was." She watched him closely as she continued, "I didn't see any value in the lives of the Kraken crew because I didn't see value in anyone's life at all... With the life I'd led, how could I have? At the time, I needed an Intrepid class ship, you had one, so I impersonated an officer and I took it... it was that simple to me." She rested her free hand on his chest, digging her fingers into the fabric. "But now..." her voice cracked and her eyes fluttered, "now the thought of what might have happened if you hadn't caught me haunts me. I can barely sleep!" She clutched at his shirt in theatrical despair. "The blood of all those people would be on my hands now... I was willing to pay that price then, but now… Oh, now that I know better I don't know how to handle this guilt! I need to give back to the community I wronged, Tony. I need to get out of here so I can atone properly!" Tony audibly sighed and took a step back, letting her withdraw her hand from midair. “Fucking pathetic, Taemin…..this, I expected better….seems I have been naive” "Oh, but with all the drum circles, and gardening and pottery classes I've done, I'm a changed woman!" she declared, all pretense gone, her tone mocking. "The system works! I've learnt my lesson… or whatever," she laughed. She leveled her gaze on him. "Yea," she sighed, her shoulders sagging. "That's the look the parole board gave me when I tried that on them, too." “This is why. To you, this is all a joke. A funny anecdote in your life story. You are meant to be here to become better, Taemin, to atone for your crimes and learn. But you think you’re here to ´fight for your freedom´ again. To beat the oppressive system….the same system that allows you to live your life in paradise… giving you time, space and all the resources you need to deal with your trauma. And you use this time, to laugh at us” "You're right!” she hissed, “I'm not here to become better. I am better! Better than this place! Better than this world! I'm not here to atone for anything because I’ve nothing to atone for! I'm here to endure all this saccharine bullshit till I can find a way out, and no amount of navel gazing or painting my feelings on canvas is going to change that!" She stepped towards him again, her eyes blazing. “If they wanted to torture me, they should just do it! At least that I understand!” “There it is then” he said and tightened his grip on the cane. "I've smiled," she pressed on, oblivious, circling him, "and I've sobbed, and I've bitten back every natural impulse I possess. I've behaved like a good little prisoner, I've stayed calm in the face of insult and imprisonment…" she scrunched up her nose and added, "I've even gone hiking... I've done everything they've expected of me and still, I'm stuck in hell. I can't find a way out. I do everything they want and they refuse me my freedom!” She glared at him and shouted, “I don't understand what they want from me!" Tony took a deep breath, perhaps to remind himself that Taemin was indeed unsure what was really needed from her to succeed. After all she came from a place less forgiving. “There’s this saying you learn at Starfleet Academy...it was spoken by Captain Pike centuries ago. It goes ‘Starfleet… is a promise. I give my life for you; you give your life for me. And nobody gets left behind’. You kinda need to memorize it, but it is very much the foundation on which we work.” “You, don’t have that", he continued, "….perhaps you've never experienced that kind of community. But that’s what they want you to learn. Not the Starfleet way, but the Federation way.” He grabbed the cane and set to walk off. “It's about cooperation for the greater good, Taemin. If you ever decide to learn, let me know. I lost a friend by believing in you. I don't want to lose you too." "Would you have given your life for her?" He stopped in his tracks, gently playing with the handle of his cane as he considered it. “You never know until you’ve been tested right? I hope that if I ever am, I'd do what is needed….Kesh', though… she didn't hesitate.”
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Post by aoibheni on Apr 24, 2020 15:09:45 GMT
SD 12004.23
“.5 cc trianaline!” a harried voice called as Sickbay's double doors slid open. The EMH moved swiftly to the next patient on the next biobed and ordered the same again. He was in a holding pattern until help arrived. Taemin stepped through the doors and surveyed the organised chaos. Her own crew were bundled onto biobeds and waiting on chairs, and the medical staff such as it was on this ship were rushing hither and thither to keep up with the sudden influx of patients. An influx Taemin knew she'd caused when she'd sent all these people up here. Suder moved towards the EMH's latest biobed. Her security detail followed swiftly along behind. “I'm here to help,” she told the EMH. “Where's the chief?” “You're looking at him,” the hologram replied without looking up. “Right.. well, I'm one of the medical staff from the-” “Yes, yes!” the EMH interrupted as he scanned an unconscious Andorian. “Scrubs are that way,” the hologram pointed, “sign in and get a move on!” Taemin smiled with a sudden sense of relief. No uncomfortable questions down here, she realised. “Understood.” She spun around, took one full stride and walked right into Vandorhoff. “Oof!” She paused, reset and veered around the Tactical mountain with as much speed as she could muster. Moments later she was kitted out and diving into the commotion. “Cardassian/Bajoran male, 34, FB in the upper right quadrant the result of an EC,” Nurse Devon informed Suder as a semi conscious engineer was wheeled in. “He's displaying shortness of breath.” “That'll be the foreign body, I'd imagine”, Taemin replied as she eyed the man's vitals on the biobed readout. Devon nodded. “BP is stable, mild arrhythmia, temp two degrees above normal and rising.” “Mm” Suder acknowledged. She ran her hands under a sterifield, “Clear the area and prep for surgery,” she ordered as she turned to get a tricorder from the trolley. Her way was blocked. “I swear to Rixx...” she growled, pushing Vandorhoff aside. “Away!” She turned back, steralised once more and noted that Devon had now cut the man's tattered uniform jacket away from the shard of exploded console protruding from his shoulder. “Think this is bad... you should've seen the other guy,” the Engineer groaned. “You'll be fine,” she assured him, grabbed a tricorder finally and scanned the shrapnel-pierced wound. “Bolus 3 ccs anesthezine,” Suder ordered, getting a clear picture of the deep puncture. The Bajoran's eyes fluttered closed and Suder got to work. Ten minutes later she looked up. “Nurse, uh...” “Devon, ma'am.” “Nurse Devon. Close up and bring me the next patient.” Suder turned to toss her instruments onto the trolley only for them to clatter to the floor. She glared at Vandorhoff and his companion. “Which one of you moved it?” she demanded. Before they could answer she waved the question away. “It hardly matters. Get out.” Vandorhoff eyed her suspiciously. “We've been ordered to watch you, Doctor.” That was a No then. She huffed as her next patient rolled in. “Vulcan female, 67, intermittent consciousness, 2 ccs Dexalin administered on admittance for damage to lungs, doctor... .she... doctor?” Suder was rooting around in the bottom drawer of the biobed's equipment cache. She pulled out a personal tracker, showed it to her security detail then slammed it against her own neck. She winced as it bonded with her skin. She glared at them, activated the tracker and pointed to Sickbay's exit. “Watch me from somewhere else.” Then she turned back to Devon. “I'm gonna need a new trolley,” she observed before focussing and getting back to work.
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Post by aoibheni on Apr 30, 2020 20:17:21 GMT
4 and a half years ago
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Taemin had begun taking daily, recommended hikes into the highlands because it was easier to do that than to explain in therapy why she wasn’t doing it. Then, she persisted because it gave her the chance to be alone with her thoughts. After a few weeks, it became a force of habit, almost a pleasure, and by the time her therapist questioned why she’d become so enthusiastic about the activity, she was honestly able to say it helped calm her mind. Plus, with the seasons changing, she had begun to experience simple pleasure watching the land around her awaken after its wintertime hibernation. A month after Tony’s visit, her hike had become rote, entirely predictable. She’d climb at the same time daily, an hour after lunch. She’d admire the view, indulge in a smattering of fantasy revenge scenarios, then throw rocks at sea birds until her permanent transporter bracelet buzzed a warning and beamed her back to her room in time for dinner. Today was no different and as her boots crunched over the familiar gravel path and an overcast sky dulled the greens and early florals surrounding her she let her mind wander. As it often did when let off its leash, it gambolled immediately over to Tony. His advice had stuck with her. She hated when that happened. He’d said “Starfleet… is a promise. I give my life for you; you give your life for me. And nobody gets left behind.” Nobody gets left behind, she mused. A novel concept. She laughed at the idiotic idea of people being willing - or stupid enough - to put themselves in harm’s way for anyone whose incompetance had landed them in peril. “‘I give my life for you; you give your life for me’… we all wind up dead!” she spoke aloud. The flowers nodding in the breeze appeared to agree. She snorted. You wouldn’t catch anyone from her old life diving into danger for their fellow man! “I mean…” she said, finishing the thought silently, she knew exactly how her own people could snatch her out of here, if they wanted to. Her routine was fixed, her location was predictable. She reached the top of the ridge and took in the magnificent vista. There was no-one around for miles up here. It would be a piece of cake to send her a trans dimensional transporter beacon and get her out permanently. In fact, maybe...She lowered her gaze to the ground, tentatively searching for any sign of technology but, predictably, there was nothing. She tried to shrug off her disappointment, but on picking up a rock, she couldn’t help but check under it. She laughed at herself and hefted the offending piece of masonry. “Come and get me,” she called out, mocking her own weakness. She threw the rock and watched a gull wheel out of the line of fire. “I’m right here!”
… The next day she marched to the top of the ridge with renewed purpose. Her heart was racing and her skin was shining with effort as she crested the summit and searched once more for a hidden beacon. It would be so easy to get her out, she knew. She could be back home seconds from now if they’d just try to come for her! She scanned the ground for any sign, any clue. In frustration she rolled heavy rocks over, scuffed gravel with her feet, got on her knees and scrabbled around with her bare hands, digging frantically... but nothing. Nothing at all. She knelt in disappointed silence as the seabirds soared and screamed over her head, mocking her with every twist and turn they made. … By the close of summer a rage had built up in her gut. Every day she climbed, hoped, searched, and furied. Every day she became more desperate for escape, more sure that today would be the day, and as the weeks wore on and the evenings closed in, an obsessive insanity began to take hold. She had taken to balancing rocks in conspicuous places to distract anyone who might otherwise find the beacon meant for her. She’d bent flower stems and knotted drying grass, hoping that these small signs would ensure her crew knew where she’d look tomorrow. She’d gathered twigs and attempted to leave messages. But mostly, she paced and fumed, waited and despaired. “Come and get me!” she howled into the wind, her whole body shaking with impotent fury. “I’m right here!” She flung a stone off the edge. “I’m right fucking here!!” she roared. “Where are you!? Why aren’t you even trying!?” … The sun dipped low in the sky to the west, casting long shadows on North Island and gifting the sky above her head a peach blush. A cold had started to set in and her fingertips were now chilled after her most recent search for salvation. She collapsed back on her feet and bowed her head. A sea breeze tossed her long blonde hair across her defeated face and hid her distress from view. “They’re never coming for me…” she admitted to herself, her anger giving way in an instant to heartbreak. “Of course they’re not…” The sun began to set. She watched in silence, waiting for nothing. … The next day she took her usual route and perched and watched the sun travel its ol;d accustomed path across the heavens. As she sat in silence, she let her fingers trail across the rock-strewn surface. No longer were they searching for a means of escape, instead they’d alight now and then on an interestingly shaped pebble, or a small rock with a metamorphic vein running its length. Once in a while, she’d pick it up and palm it as she sat. Every day she persisted and every day she saw a little more of the sunset before her bracelet beamed her back to the complex. The pile of pebbles and rocks on her windowsill slowly grew. As April turned into May, she was confident of seeing the entire sunset, and by June, she was being treated to a view of the Milkyway before she was whisked away each evening. She’d lie on her back in the chilled night air and imagine that there was nothing in the universe but her and her view of the stars. Her dark eyes stared up at the sharp pin pricks of light and her mind quieted. This place didn’t feel like hell anymore. --- Incoming transmission from ARC (Aotea Rehabilitation Colony), New Zealand. To: Lieutenant Adalberto, Tony. From: Inmate Suder, Taemin. “I think I get it.” Transmission ends.
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Post by aoibheni on May 19, 2020 10:48:43 GMT
with Tom as NPC Security Officer McLoughlan.
SD 12005.14
With the Rigellian out of Sickbay Taemin's heart beat gradually slowed. She was sure that the heat she felt on her cheeks was evidence of a pink flush, but she tried not to picture it. The freighter captain's questions had scared her, and having her fears on show in full view of one of Chiron's finest didn't make her feel any more secure.
She went back to doing her rounds but she sensed McLoughlin's eyes on her every second.
"Don't you ever blink?" she grumbled finally.
“I do, but only when it doesn’t interfere with my duties,” he smirked. “Ensign Tyler was very clear with me in that regard.” McLoughlin was new to the ship. Not as new as his new Tactical Officer was, but still wanted to try and make a good impression and do his duty. “He told me to keep a close eye on you. The Captain specifically asked for there to be a security detail on you, and here we are.”
McLoughlin was careful to stay out of the way, but also slid along the wall when needed to follow Suder’s movements.
"Well, then, I guess we can take this off," she replied, waving vaguely at the small monitor on the side of her neck. "It's locked. Got the code?"
Mcloughlin sighed, and stepped away from the wall to approach Taemin. Reaching out towards her neck, he held the monitor and tapped a couple buttons on his PADD. Taemin trained her dark eyes on him and concentrated on his thoughts as the device broke away.
McLoughlin stepped back to the wall as he spoke, tossing the monitor down on the cart next to the biobed. “So, why -are- we keeping such a close eye on you, anyways? What’d you do to catch the Captain’s eye?”
"Yes, it's odd, isn't it?" she agreed, picking up a hypospray and loading it before stepping over to her next patient, "your captain will blindly trust me with the wellbeing of all these people," she cast her attention to the screen over the bed, dialed up a dose of analgesic and pressed it to her patient's neck. "But she needs you to… what? Ensure I don't pilfer any medical supplies?" She laughed at the absurdity. "Is she always this… irrational?"
McLoughlin narrowed his eyes slightly. “You’re avoiding the question there. Why do -you- think the Captain wants such a close eye on you?” He paced back and forth a little, his nerves betraying him. Taemin suppressed a smile as McLoughlin continued to talk. “She obviously doesn’t think you’re a threat to your oath as a Doctor, but that you would do something else…”
"She trusts my oath as a doctor…", Taemin picked up the discarded monitor and turned it in her fingers, "but not my oath as a Starfleet officer. Strange." She hunkered down, suddenly out of sight behind the trolly. She counted to three, then finally placed the small unit back where it was meant to be stored. When she reappeared she was satisfied to sense McLoughlin's tension rising.
She straightened, then leant against the foot of the last biobed and crossed her arms. "Did you ever think maybe they just wanted to get a break from you? Maybe they just don't like you all that much up there. Maybe…” she considered, “...they find your incessant questions annoying and needed a break…"
“Nice try there, Doc, but I spend the majority of my time in the Armory. Plus, we’re in shifts covering you. You’ll even get someone to take you to your quarters when you’re tired. I just got Alpha Shift.”
“So, I’ll have one of you goons staring at me while I sleep? Are you disappointed you didn’t get that shift instead?”
McLoughlin cocked his head. “You’re an enigma Doc, you know that?”
“You have no idea…”
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Post by Einar on May 19, 2020 13:30:25 GMT
I ship it
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Post by aoibheni on May 19, 2020 14:01:07 GMT
hahahaha
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Post by aoibheni on Jun 13, 2020 15:49:17 GMT
12006.04 With Paul as Ens Jonas Illin
Sickbay was thankfully empty as Jonas tipped his head in to see if anyone was about. It was late at night and the main ward was dark to conserve power, although as he looked through into the office he could tell there was a nurse still on-call and working in the adjoining, lit medical lab. He creeped in, using the dark as cover and ducked down below the office window to stay out of sight, crawling into the surgical bay. Even through a pounding headache he felt thoroughly ridiculous.
He thought briefly about calling it off. Gritting his teeth and asking the nurse for help… The thing of it was that he'd not been processed into the ship's medical files yet, and that meant that if he was treated then the nurse would need to get a Doctor's permission to administer an analgesic. He knew he'd have to do it at some point, but not right now. Not when his head was pounding this much and his anxiety was already gnawing at him. No, right now he just needed something to help him sleep.
He stood up in the surgical bay and pressed down his uniform, still staying close to the wall to remain out if sight of the office. "Computer, activate the EMH," he said as quietly as he knew the computer could hear him. On cue the hologram fizzled into life and practically yelled by comparison. "Please state the nature of the medical emergency!" "Shhh!" Jonas shushed quickly, and the EMH cocked its head in annoyed fashion, though not responding. Fortunately the hologram had been programmed with the possibility of treating patients in the midst of an alien takeover or a power loss so even with the lights out it was just a regular Tuesday for it. "I have a headache. I need a prescription. Five CC Triptacederine." "I see. An unusually high dose," it responded with programmed consideration, "Is the prescription on file with the ship's Chief Medical Officer?" It pulled out a tricorder and began to scan Jonas. He was concerned for a moment about the noise but realised that the soft hum of the scan was far louder to him than it would be in the next room.
"Not exactly. It's an emergency. I haven't had time to discuss it with the CMO. The prescription is in my medical records for my previous posting at Jupiter Station." "Hm," it hummed as it looked over the tricorder for a moment, "I shall prescribe one dose for the moment. But you will need to be registered with the ship's Doctor if you wish a regular prescription." Jonas nodded and the EMH turned to load up a hypospray.
Gripping the hypospray and turning towards Jonas once more, the hologram leant forward to press the device to his patient’s neck. It was in that moment that a voice, loud and clear and startling the life out of both hologram and man said “Computer, deactivate EMH”. The holodoctor promptly vanished in a puff of protest, the hypo tumbling unceremoniously to the floor.
In the dark, a figure rose from the surgical table.
Illin briefly felt a wave of embarrassment, like a kid getting caught stealing cookies. He knew that was his own emotion, but even through his headache that was replaced by a deeper feeling of utter impatience that came from the figure on the bed. He commanded the lights to activate and he winced in pain as they quickly flooded the room. His head pounded all the more and he forced an eye open to see Doctor Suder sitting in place of the former shadow on the bed.
"You sleep in sickbay?" he said, his voice echoing the contempt he felt in her.
“It’s a darn sight better than the berth I’ve been given…” she grumbled and hopped off her makeshift cot. “Who are you?” she squinted, her eyesight slowly clearing. Spotting Illin’s black irises she raised her eyebrows in mild interest and pulled the telepathic inhibitor off her temple. Ah…, she projected, finally sizing him up.
The telepathy didn't help his head much, he gritted his teeth as he felt her mind touch his.
Sorry I couldn't find you better accommodations. Telepathic contact wasn't quite as taxing as speaking out loud, but between his migraine and the thoughts of the rest of the ship it was like having a conversation in the middle of a nightclub with an unpleasant bassline. It was beginning to make him feel sick.
Suder huffed and approached Jonas slowly, sensing his distress but not caring. Wanna tell me why snuck into my sickbay and attempted to pilfer medical supplies?, she asked as she bent down and picked up the fallen hypo. She turned it in her hand and read the label on the tiny inserted vial, "Triptacederine?" She looked closer, eyeing the dosage gauge.
Jonas huffed and relented. "I get headaches. Bad ones. Doctors tell me it's a psychic imbalance between my own emotions and those I get from everyone else. I'm depressed and everyone else is at least reasonably inconvenienced, I get a Quantum torpedo go off in my head… I was going to come back to sickbay in the morning, I just needed something to take the edge off. It's easier to deal with the hologram than a person. No background noise, you know?"
"Hm." Suder replied, a plan formulating in her mind as she spoke. "...5ccs is too much, especially if it only takes the edge off. That's stupid medicine," she told him bluntly. She bit her lip in thought and promptly led him out to Main Sickbay and waved him to a free biobed. "Lie down".
Swinging her loose hair out of the way and over her shoulder, she rummaged through a few drawers, emerging moments later with a pack of monitors. As Jonas complied she fixed the small blinking units to his temporal and frontal lobes and at the nape of his neck.
He felt like something of a science experiment with so many devices attached to him. He wasn't in the mood for a fight, but he wasn't in the mood to be poked and prodded either though. It's not like Doctors hadn't done all this before. Right now he just wanted to sleep. Still, for the time being he just shut his eyes and let Suder run her examination.
Moments later Suder tapped her last few commands with satisfaction. “You’re all set,” she told him with a cold smile. “You’ll report here each evening where your synaptic functions will be recorded and analysed for the duration of the night..” She sensed his objections immediately. “It’s more efficient to do this at night when you’re off duty. It’s that, or I relieve you of duty and do it during the day.”
"And the purpose of this would be?" he asked through gritted teeth.
"Fixing you. Eventually." She looked him up and down. "If my orders hadn't changed I'd be prepping to travel to Valt with the rest of the relief crew hitching a ride on the Bosque, and I'd be content to pump you full of any analgesic you care to name… and some you'd struggle to pronounce, but as it stands, it seems I’m permanent here now, so you're my responsibility. And that means no shortcuts." She loaded a hypospray and pressed it against his neck. "Psylosynine," she explained afterwards. It'll help you filter out some of that background noise.
Sure enough the stream of everybody else's consciousness that he was receiving from the rest of the ship seemed somewhat lessened. Not gone, but it no longer filled his head to the point that he felt it rupturing like it usually did.
"Thanks…" he said after a moment, not knowing exactly what to say. In the end he chose to act like a patient and start asking questions of the Doctor. "Any idea how long it might take?"
“I don’t know what’s wrong yet,” she told him as she put her tools away. “All I can tell you is that you’re in the right place.” She eyed the readings coming in over the biobed’s headboard screen. They were a chaotic jumble of signs pointing to hyperadrenocorticism one second, synaptic and lymphatic exhaustion the next, and a plethora of other possible conditions besides. “When did all this begin?”
Suder felt like she was back on the medical simulator at the Academy. She pinched her nose and yawned.
"As long as I can remember. Early teens. Maybe before." He leaned back on the biobed and stared at a blank space on the ceiling as he tried to remember what felt like his life story. "It was better for a while. We spent a year living on Vulcan. Their minds were so calming. And then my second and third years in the Academy weren't so bad either. Not great, but better."
“What changed in year four?”
"Nothing at first. Some last year pressure like all cadets get. But then I had my Field Training aboard the Bremen and it all went downhill from there. I just got more and more depressed and the headaches got worse and worse. It got a little better when I transferred to Jupiter Station for a few months, but, well… Now I'm here."
“Hm.” Suder yawned again. “That Psylosynine has a good 4 hour window. Get some rest.” She stepped away from the biobed. “And tomorrow, we can discuss opening up your quarters at night to someone from the Bosque in need of a quiet place to sleep.”
He couldn't help but laugh.
"Actually, I already have." He smiled wryly as she shot him a perplexed look. "I couldn't exactly get away with assigning half the crew house guests if I didn't do the same."
Despite the medication she’d administered he was hit full force with the depth of her disappointment and indignation. Though for once he felt like he had a grasp on what his own feelings were. He actually felt guilty, albeit slightly.
He sighed. "If you want though… In the morning we can talk about freeing your quarters back up again. I mean you're technically CMO now so…" He found himself looking towards the door. Somehow, despite the sense of victory he felt when he put up her and Tyler as bunk mates, he didn't desire to feel the disappointment in her. "I can't make any promises…" he added quickly.
“I wouldn’t believe you if you did,” she replied, yawning and returning to her makeshift bed in the surgical annex.
Illin wondered if they were done and shuffled on his feet for a moment as she hopped up onto the bed. He shifted his gaze to the door and figured he'd at least try to sleep back in his quarters.
"Thanks for the help, Doctor… See you in the morning," he said, making his way toward the doors before stopping for a moment. "I happened to be checking the cargo inventory this morning. Apparently there's a crate of Aldeberan Whiskey in cargo bay two that someone misplaced a while back. Just thought you may like to know…" He nodded at her and made his way out of the room, giving a command to the computer to dim the lights just before the doors closed behind him.
Suder shot a guilty glance towards the CMO's office but said nothing. Just get some rest.
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Post by aoibheni on Jun 13, 2020 15:51:30 GMT
SD 12006.11
“Everything really is an ‘us’ problem in Starfleet, isn't it?”, she mused as she recorded. “Which wouldn't be an issue except for the fact that I'm now part of that ‘us’.”
She rolled her eyes but knew despite her truculence she’d bought into the promise the day she realised she was stuck in this reality for the long haul.
“So Sumner dashes off into Maquis space without telling a soul. What is she up to? Either she’s defected... in which case she doesn’t want to be found and going after her is futile. Or she expects her crew to follow… which sounds like a trap. Or, she thinks her crew is too stupid to find her. And who would want to chase after someone like that?”
Taemin pinched the bridge of her nose.
“And of course, raising these obvious concerns in a briefing has put me on the wrong side of the Andorian. I could sense her bristling as I spoke. So sensitive. If I wasn’t saying what everyone was thinking, they should have been thinking it and I shouldn’t have had to say it.”
She blinked and took a swing from her steaming mug.
“She seems determined to follow the Admiral’s plan,” she licked her lips and leant back. “I’m only getting used to wearing this,” she picked at her teal-clad shoulder," and now I’m expected to replace it with something I’m guessing will be a lot closer to my old wardrobe. There was a time I’d relish that. There was a time I’d use the confusion to escape, start a new life, raise hell… but now…? It feels like a regression… like, I’m better than that.”
Running her fingers through her long blonde hair she groaned.
“If this Sumner is anything like her counterpart in my universe though, she could be running from, or to, anything. You know, I bet her brother knows all about it... I bet he’s got a finger in this mess.”
She rested a hand on her slender neck.
“Let’s call contacting him… ‘Plan B’.”
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Post by aoibheni on Jun 23, 2020 15:23:50 GMT
3 years ago
--- With Einar as Inmate Adalberto.
Part 1.
"Well…", she said, a dark hint of irony in her voice, "I thought you were meant to be a good influence on me, Tony." She rested a slender hand on her uniformed chest, "what am I meant to do now…?"
She examined Adalberto with an appraising eye. "Do they not let inmates tailor their jumpsuits anymore, or have you simply stopped caring?"
“My other jumpsuit´s in the laundry” he responded calmly, his eyes tracing her hand movement. “How you been, Tae?”
"Better than you, it appears…" She clutched a small paper bag in her right hand. "When I said this place had been good for me I didn't expect you to take it as a holiday recommendation."
“You said the amenities were good….I had to check it out….they do this thing at the spa here with a loofa, oof. Gamechanger”
Taemin huffed blithely, acutely aware of the pain behind Tony's words; no-one ended up in a New Zealand penal colony by choice.
She stepped into the Visitor Room and cast an eye around. It was as stark as she remembered it. A few chairs and a table, all the wrong side of comfortable. There was a small window to let in light.
Tony was standing, leaning back against the edge of the table with his arms crossed and his face a studied neutral. She approached, stopping mere inches in front of him. Then she leant towards him. Taking care to barely touch him, she reached out an arm and rested the small bag on the table behind him.
“I'll save you some time. That massage therapist doesn't do happy endings,” she said softly.
“Damnit, and I tipped him so well,” he said.
She lingered briefly, revelling in the cocktail of conflicting emotions she was inspiring. As she stepped away, he tried to stop his breath from shaking as he took in her perfume, aggressively fighting the urge to kiss her. He took a deep breath to clear his head before looking over his shoulder at the bag, the smell of freshly baked goods replacing her enticing perfume. "So… espionage and distribution of state secrets, huh?" she asked.
“Is this from that little bakery across from the Year One Engineering building?” He said, deflecting the question. Talking about it would only endanger Raq.
“All the Engineering cadets rave about it,” she conceded. “There's a 'Warp Core Breach' and a 'Transporter Accident' in there. I wasn't sure what to bring...” “You’re kidding?!” Tony spun around and almost tore open the bag with excitement, a large greasy confection filled with custard, prune jam and poppy seeds in his hand. “I haven’t had one of these since graduation! A gang of us went over in our dress whites, vowing that that would be the last Warp Core Breach any of us would enjoy...” He laughed at the memory, then put the pastry to his lips, stopping short of biting into it. Misty-eyed, he lowered his arm and carefully placed the pastry untouched on the top of the half-torn bag. “For a moment there I actually had a happy memory of Starfleet” he then added, all bravado gone. “I didn’t think they existed any more.”
“You’ve changed your tune,” she observed, a little hurt. "Whatever happened to 'Starfleet is a promise…'?"
“Well, Starfleet left me in here….you know it has been 8 weeks since my trial, and you are my first visitor?” He reached back for the pastry and took a large bite, the dark red jam mixing with the custard and making a mess in his no-longer regulation beard “I’m toxic, you know”
“So’s that,” she told him, nodding to the pastry, her expression deadly serious. “In about three minutes your gonna feel your heart racing and your skin tingling… then the visual hallucinations will begin. You may vomit or you may piss yourself. One or other outcome is certain. Either way, you'll lose consciousness knowing you've made an embarrassing mess. I’ll have you transferred to the medical facility once the convulsions begin. Then I’ll bust you out from there when you're stable. I have a guy on the inside.”
He chuckled at that, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his tunic “Now that sounds like you….I should replicate some milk with this…”
She stared at him for a moment longer. “Oh, you think that was a joke?” “Yeah gorgeous, and a good one. I think you´ve gone legit. Uniform that belongs to you and all”. He pushed the rest of the pastry into his mouth and chewed gleefully before grabbing a chair and sitting down.
"It was worth a shot."
“And as much as I do enjoy the curves in all black, why don´t you sit down and tell me why you´ve come”
“Well, I’ve all these transporter credits and literally no-one else to use them on, so I thought I’d come here to gloat... but you just look so pathetic I can’t bring myself to do it.” She moved forward and sat gracefully next to him.
“Gee...thanks. I'm so glad you decided to come” he leaned back, crossing his arms as he stared out the window at the New Zealand landscape. Tony glanced over at Taemin, in her Teal cadet´s uniform “Science?”
“Medical.” She dared him to laugh. “I know. How very ‘Kesh’ of me.”
Tony shrugged “You like it?”
“I have an instinct for it. When you've spent your life torturing people you get real good at recognising what hurts them the most.” She looked at him pointedly.
He raised a solitary eyebrow.
“You know…” “You’ve lost me, Tae.” “Don't make me spell it out, Tony." He looked none the wiser.
She rolled her eyes. "Fine. You", she said, "are your own worst enemy… " she held his gaze as she lay some truths on him. “You've chosen to be miserable to protect people who won't even visit you. You spent years trying to get through to me when all I did was mock and tease you,” she reminded him as she stood, pacing this one out. "Which I still do…"
She trailed a light fingertip across his shoulders and neck as she passed behind his chair. “You can barely finish a pastry without flogging yourself with the past...”
She turned smoothly and perched sideways on his lap before he could stop her. As she leant in close her dark eyes flickered to his lips for a fraction of a second. It was an intimate impulse she refused to curb. “And, worst of all, you're drawn to me, but I sense you struggling against it all the time. Never mind acting upon it, you won’t even let yourself imagine how good and complicated and freeing it would feel to give in to that temptation. You fight against it like you’re terrified of being happy.” She rested a light hand on his bearded face, cupping his cheek. “Why do you insist on punishing yourself all the time?”
Tony stared into her beautiful dark Betazoid eyes, reached up to grab her hand and gently move it away from his face “Tae….I stay here because it's all I have left to do. And I owe it to the people I love.” He sighed, “... as to being drawn to you…..” he grinned. “That’s no secret, love.”
Deflection, deflection, deflection, she thought. “Right now, you owe nothing to anyone but yourself,” she said. “All this self-flagellation is boring.” She bit her lip. “You know, when you were teaching me the value of restraint and self-sacrifice, it's a real shame I didn't rub off on you quite as much.”
“What should I have learned from you, huh? Selfishness? Manipulation? What?” he bit back, all playfulness disappearing from his eyes and replaced with determination “I have nothing else, and I am banned from ever serving in Starfleet again. My kid is dead, my girlfriend hates me and….my Captain doesn't care about me”. He pushed her off his lap and stood up.
“So, your Captain’s an ass and your girlfriend needs to get over herself…” she threw her hands up and stood her ground, secretly relieved to see him lash out. “A little manipulation got me out of the Kraken’s brig, and out of here… it got you fighting in my corner when you had no reason to... and now look at me,” she pulled at her teal-trimmed tunic. “My captors have become my equals!” she turned on her heel, showing off her uniform from all her curvy angles, “...There’s nothing wrong with putting yourself first, Tony. Especially when no one else will."
“I’m here. It’s done” he shrugged. “Perhaps I’ll take up hiking, I hear it’s good fun”
“It isn’t. But it is effective.” She hit upon an idea. “C’mon,” she demanded, reaching out, grabbing his wrist and pulling him towards the room’s only door. He pulled back, stopping her in her tracks “Where to?” he asked, his anxiety rising. “I need to be here”
“You need to be, or you want to be?” she asked, rolled her eyes and dismissed her own question. “Never mind. I know.” She thumbed the small mobile transporter unit encircling his wrist. “Don’t worry, you won’t get far.” She pulled again. “Trust me. I’ve tried.”
He looked up “Lead the way”
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